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[nomansplaything]

Who: Bagheera (nomansplaything) and anyone who wants to take him on!
Where: Various places in and around the mansion.
When: Any time during this event.
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Summary: Bagheera will be hiding in various places and pouncing on whoever walks by... >:]

The Story:

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[dashboardlite]

Dean doesn't really dig the collar thing. It's weird and makes him think of bondage, and he's a little more simplistic in the bedroom, thankyouverymuch. Regardless, this event is kind of crappy and he doesn't exactly want to die.

Again.

So he's armed himself with a sawed-off shotgun, a duffel bag of ammo, and is pretty much lurking through the halls, keeping tabs on the dangerous ones.

And maybe keeping an eye on the ones that might need his help.

[nomansplaything]

Bagheera watches the tall Man from atop a china hutch in the tea room.

He waits until he is not only close enough, but so that he it surned in a certain way...

In a swift, fluid movement, Bagheera leaps from the hutch. But his 200 pounds does not collide with the Man, oh no. He collides with the bag, slamming it onto the floor with a satisfying echo.

[dashboardlite]

The tall Man isn't exactly expecting gigantic housecats to pounce from ten feet above his head, ripping the duffel of ammo from his shoulder and pulling him to the ground. Hitting wood boards with a thud - and a groan - Dean rolls away from his bag, scrambles to his feet, and points his sawed-off at a-

"The Hell-?" Dean cocks the gun hastily, eyes wide. "When did this place turn into the friggin' Jungle Book?"

Oh, Dean. Your pop culture references might serve you well, for once.

[nomansplaything]

Bagheera has no idea what the Man is talking about.

But he does know a gun when he sees one.

He gives Dean a terrifyingly-wide-eyed stare and roars loudly, then swipes a paw at the shotgun.

[dashboardlite]

Well. There goes the gun, skittering across the floor and waaaay too far away for him to get at without risking disembowelment.

"Hey, uh-"

Hands up, he backs away until he hits the nearest wall, grinning nervously. "Nice...nice kitty."

In the meantime, who the Hell let a panther into the mansion?

[nomansplaything]

Bagheera stalks toward him with a menacing glint in his eye.

A growl. "Do you surrender?"

1/2

[dashboardlite]

Wait, he-

What.

2/2

[dashboardlite]

WHAT.

"...a talking cat. A talking cat."

Give him just a minute. Okay, maybe a few more minutes.

"No, I don't surrender, but how are you talking?"

*is watching Supernatural S1 on DVD tonight!*

[nomansplaything]

Bagheera sighed. "Everything speaks. The anomaly is that the Men here can somehow understand me, and I them."

"Now, since you don't want to surrender...."

With a rumbling growl, he goes into a crouch, ready to spring.

I'M SO PROUD.

[dashboardlite]

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second, will ya? You're a cat, I'm a dude, we can understand each other, let's just...not...jump on me today, okay?"

Dean doesn't even know if he can reason with an animal, but he's seen the Discovery Channel. He knows how easy it is for these things to take down gazelles, and he's definitely not as fast as that.

It was good. Season 2 is next time I'm off. :D

[nomansplaything]

"You do not surrender, but you also do not want me to jump on you? I am afraid you cannot have both, Man. But I will let you decide.

I will count to three.

One..." He takes a step closer, muscles still very tense.

/sob SEASON 2 IS SO ANGSTY you'll get through it. Season 3 is the bomb.

[dashboardlite]

"Hey, look, I'm a hunter. I don't do big game, though. I don't kill animals."

Just monsters. There's a difference.

And really, the talking thing is starting to get weird. Is he high? He doesn't remember getting high.

Yay. I'll let you know Friday night. XD /works too damn much

[nomansplaything]

"That does not sound like a surrender."

He takes another step, then crouches to spring.

"Two..."

[dashboardlite]

Dean drops the gun and pulls his knife out of his boot. If he let himself surrender so easily to Hello Kitty, he would never live it down.

He braces himself for impact.

[nomansplaything]

A knife. This changes things.

Instead of leaping, Bagheera swings a fully clawed paw at Dean's ankles.

[dashboardlite]

Dean drops the knife with a clatter, re-thinking his strategy, as he jumps to avoid the holy crap razor-sharp claws about to dig into his leg. One too many Animal Planet specials will instill a man with a sense of respect for beasts that could gut him.

"Okay! Okay, Jesus, I give up!"